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"tell me something wonderful," she said, and i lost my words. in my mind filled to breaking with a whirlwind of wonderful, the bridge between -thought and -speech snaps under pressure and i'm left wordless. i am thinking in a language before languages, where images shame words. i am complexity and depth. i am trapped by the edge of her voice lifting me through brings one simple syllable: "you" © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |